And did you go out with him?
Any women have a crush on a professor or teacher?
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Great stories. I might have to steal the pen story.
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I never had any profs that interested me in the least.
I guess I went to the wrong university!
I guess I went to the wrong university!
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I AM a teacher 
. Haha. But as far as being attracted to one...or two...oh yes. Definitely. I certainly never did anything to act on it, but I would always look my best in their classes.
. Haha. But as far as being attracted to one...or two...oh yes. Definitely. I certainly never did anything to act on it, but I would always look my best in their classes.
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I AM a teacher
Yeah..kinda rough when you already are a teacher...tend to look at it differently.
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No. He was teaching the class and I wanted to earn my A honestly.
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There is something sexy about a sharp-dressed man.
That’s the first thing Christine noticed about Dr. Morris. That and his handsome look and warm brown eyes. She was a sophomore taking his history class. Like a nerd, she sat in the very front of the class right in front of his desk. She kept checking out his package as he walked back and forth in front of the class, barely hearing his lecture on Introduction to History 102. She was squirming. She'd only been in his presence a few minutes, yet she knew that she would suck his cock if only he would ask. And spanking, oh my God.... Thinking about bending over his desk for a bare-ass spanking almost made her gush. There were other pretty girls in the class, but she felt his eyes on her a lot. Did he like her? Fuck, she hoped so. She checked her watch to see how long before she could cum in the bathroom stall. There would be no waiting until she got home. She bit her lip and tried to think about something else. Her jeans were already spotting.
She was relieved when he ended the first class early. Fewer girls would be in the bathroom and she was pretty loud. But she couldn’t wait to cum while thinking about riding his big cock. Dr. Morris was a tall guy and she imagined he had a big one. She hoped one day she would find out. She came in less than a minute. Gushing into the bowl. She couldn’t wait to get home to fuck her pussy properly. His pussy. Had she really just thought of it as his pussy? She knew at that moment she was hopelessly lost.
She gave herself four orgasms when she got home, relieved that her parents weren’t there so she could scream. Dr. Morris. She couldn’t stop thinking about him. He had no ring on his finger either. No wife. She wondered if he had a girlfriend. It didn’t matter. If he did she would steal him away. She would do anything he asked, including licking his ass. She came two more times, thinking about Dr. Morris taking her every hole, before she fell asleep. She even woke up thinking about him and was fairly certain she had dreamed about him.
After Steve finished his last class, he locked the classroom and headed to the gym to meet Aaron. Aaron was a long-time friend and also a professor.
“Hey, Steve, you ready to hit the weights hard?”
"Sure buddy. I’m going to work your ass off today. Hey, you won’t believe this girl in my second-period class named Christine. She looks like she just walked off an Italian beach. I have a feeling she likes me too.”
“Well, don’t go thinking with your dick. Dating students is a bad idea,” Aaron replied.
“I know, but the heart wants what it wants. I just don’t know if she is my type,” said Steve.
“You mean the slutty submissive type?”
“You know me too well. Let's start with the bench press.”
Later that night as Steve fixed himself some dinner in his condo, he was still thinking about Christine. When he'd finished eating and was relaxing for the night, he broke out the expensive lube he bought for anal sex and masturbated while he thought about Christine serving him. Crawling for him. How he wanted to claim every hole as his own. He came harder than he had come in a long time. Afterward, he showered off and slept like a baby.
Christine took extra time with her make-up the next morning as if she were heading out on a date. She picked out her favorite short dress that showed a little cleavage. She put on her favorite perfume along with a little of her pussy juice. Her pussy had been damp all morning.
Once again Steve was impeccably dressed in a jacket and matching pants and a blue silk tie. As he entered the room he walked up to Christine and put his hand on her shoulder.
“Christine, you need to see me after class?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied with her heart almost leaping out of her chest.
She barely heard a word of his lecture. She was so excited wondering why he wanted to see her. The class emptied as she walked up to his desk.
“Hi, Christine. I was talking to Dr. Doyle and he has too many students he is advising, so I took over several. You're included in that group. When would be a good time for you to come by my office tomorrow? I want to go over your schedule with you and just get to know you a little better.”
“My last class is at two,” she said, her knees feeling like they would buckle.
Dr. Doyle was a golfing buddy of Steve's, and he had agreed to release Christine to him if Steve forgave a $50 bet from Sunday. Dr. Doyle was also a Master who lived with two women, one an ex student, so Steve knew he could trust him.
Christine couldn’t believe it. She would be in his office tomorrow. Taking guidance. Not the kind of guidance she really wanted from him. Would she suck his cock if he pulled it out? Hell yeah. She would never make the first move, but she’d give him anything he wanted if he asked. Anything. She got home and had a quiet session of masturbation...quiet only because her father was home.
“Hey, Aaron, ready to do some deep squats today?”
“Sure, man, last time I was sore for days. How was your day?”
“Well, I kind of did a bad thing. You remember the girl I was talking about yesterday?”
“Oh my God. What did you do?”
“Nothing that bad. I got Dr. Doyle to let me be Christine’s academic advisor.”
“Jesus, Steve. I can see this heading for trouble.”
“No, I’ll be cool. I just want to get to know her better. But yeah, I can tell she likes me already. You know how women are. If they want you they have ways of letting you know. And I like the way she says “Yes, Sir” to me. It’s like she enjoys it a little too much.
“So you are going to totally end up fucking this girl? What if she bribes you for an A?”
“Oh, she’ll get an A, don’t worry about that. An A in cocksucking.”
“You're incorrigible, Steve.”
“Well, she is the most beautiful girl I have seen in my thirty years. Hot little body too. Tan legs leading up to a nice spankable ass. Nice tits, and I could see she has large nipples too.”
“You are a walking hormone, Steve. Just be careful, buddy. Keep it out of the public eye.”
“I know we can’t date yet. But we can sure as hell fuck all day.”
The next morning Christine felt more nervous than excited as she sat in class. Here she was, soon to be alone with him in his office, and she had over two years of school to do. She would have to talk to him at least once a semester. How had this happened? But she was glad, really. She didn’t like Dr. Doyle. He was mean-looking and gruff.
Today he was wearing a red sweater over a dark turtleneck and pants that seemed to hug his ass just right. Christine had heard other girls saying how cute they thought Dr. Morris was. She wasn’t the only one. Christine spent the class daydreaming and not paying much attention to what he said. History didn’t interest her that much. He sure did. She had one more class before the meeting.
She was very nervous. She knocked on the closed door.
“Come in. Close it behind you, dear. I have your grades here. You are a very good student.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“What I want to do today is get an idea of what you’ll be taking next semester. It won’t be etched in stone if you change your mind. You haven’t had a science yet?”
“No, Sir.”
“Which one interests you the most?”
“Biology.”
“So that works for you, Christine?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, turning three shade of red.
She never forgot another Sir that day. Her pussy was soaked too. She knew about BDSM and now figured he did as well. She would suck his cock right there in the office if he asked. And by the look in his eye he knew it too.
Christine was elated, but her joy faded as the week went on without any attention from Dr. Morris. She didn’t know if he was just fucking with her head or what. He always gave a quiz on Friday that counted for one-third of the grade mainly to make the kids not cut Friday’s class. By then Christine was so pissed she didn’t bother studying. She got drunk with some friends that night and vowed to herself to get over him, but deep down she still wanted him and was just hurt. She didn’t masturbate the entire weekend because she knew she couldn’t block him from her mind.
She still put on a short dress on Monday with no panties, hoping he’d notice. She even thought about giving him a peek at her shaved pussy. But she thought better of it. The first thing he did was return the quizzes. Christine got a 72 along with a note: “See me after class in my office.” She felt her heart pounding in her chest.
“Come in, Christine. Close the door behind you. We need to talk about that quiz. You are an A student and my class is not that hard. How do you explain such a low grade?”
“I don’t know, Sir. Bad week I guess.”
He stood up.
“Bend over my desk. All the way. Grab the other side with your hands and don’t remove them until I say.”
“But why, Sir?”
“Just do it, you dumb cunt. Whatever I say, you will do without hesitation.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He lifted up her skirt.
“What kind of slut wears a dress with no panties?”
“A naughty one, Sir.”
She heard the loud crack as his hand found her ass, and the force of the blow pushed her forward. Blow after blow came...too many to count.
“Don’t think for a minute this is punishment. I know this is what you have always wanted. If you don’t make an A on Friday you won’t get a spanking until you do.”
“I will, Sir. I promise I will.”
“Now get on your knees and suck my cock.”
His cock was beautiful. Just like the WriterDom guy whose blog she had read forever. She tried really hard to please him. To give the best blow job of her life. But suddenly she stopped.
“May I cum, Sir?”
“Yes, but don’t stop sucking that cock. That’s the first time you have cum from just sucking a cock. Nod if it is. I thought so. Don’t take your mouth off my cock without permission. Even after I cum. And do not call me Sir anymore. I am your Master. But you only call me Master when we are alone. Oh yes, I’m going to cum. Please stop sucking as I'm cumming. Too sensitive. Oh God yes, my slut.”
She'd never had a man cum that hard and that much in her mouth in her life.
“Keep that cock in your mouth and touch your clit. Raise your hand if you need to cum.”
A mere twenty seconds went by before her hand came up.
“You are a cum slut. Ok, come for me.”
Her entire body shook as she came.
“Now get back across the desk. Are you on the pill?”
“Yes, Master,” she said, the word "Master" coming out of her mouth so naturally.
“So I can cum inside you?”
“Please, Master, I want your cum.”
His thickness pinched a little going in. Then he fucked her hard. His body slamming into her ass. He reached up and pulled hard on her auburn hair.
“Please, Master, may I cum?”
“No, wait for me. Won’t be much longer. You are so tight and wet. Just a few more strokes. Ok, cum for me.”
She gushed all over his balls and thighs and tried really hard not to scream. He grunted as his load filled her cunt, soon running down her silky thighs.
“Ok, Christine, here's the deal. You will meet me at my home on Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday between 3 and 5 o'clock. Wednesday is a staff meeting. Tell your parents it’s for school so they’ll know you will be late on those days. You can’t tell anyone about us. Not even your closest friend. And you have to act like you don’t know me in class.”
“I understand, Master. How long will you train me?”
“As long as you want me to be your Master.”
That’s the first thing Christine noticed about Dr. Morris. That and his handsome look and warm brown eyes. She was a sophomore taking his history class. Like a nerd, she sat in the very front of the class right in front of his desk. She kept checking out his package as he walked back and forth in front of the class, barely hearing his lecture on Introduction to History 102. She was squirming. She'd only been in his presence a few minutes, yet she knew that she would suck his cock if only he would ask. And spanking, oh my God.... Thinking about bending over his desk for a bare-ass spanking almost made her gush. There were other pretty girls in the class, but she felt his eyes on her a lot. Did he like her? Fuck, she hoped so. She checked her watch to see how long before she could cum in the bathroom stall. There would be no waiting until she got home. She bit her lip and tried to think about something else. Her jeans were already spotting.
She was relieved when he ended the first class early. Fewer girls would be in the bathroom and she was pretty loud. But she couldn’t wait to cum while thinking about riding his big cock. Dr. Morris was a tall guy and she imagined he had a big one. She hoped one day she would find out. She came in less than a minute. Gushing into the bowl. She couldn’t wait to get home to fuck her pussy properly. His pussy. Had she really just thought of it as his pussy? She knew at that moment she was hopelessly lost.
She gave herself four orgasms when she got home, relieved that her parents weren’t there so she could scream. Dr. Morris. She couldn’t stop thinking about him. He had no ring on his finger either. No wife. She wondered if he had a girlfriend. It didn’t matter. If he did she would steal him away. She would do anything he asked, including licking his ass. She came two more times, thinking about Dr. Morris taking her every hole, before she fell asleep. She even woke up thinking about him and was fairly certain she had dreamed about him.
After Steve finished his last class, he locked the classroom and headed to the gym to meet Aaron. Aaron was a long-time friend and also a professor.
“Hey, Steve, you ready to hit the weights hard?”
"Sure buddy. I’m going to work your ass off today. Hey, you won’t believe this girl in my second-period class named Christine. She looks like she just walked off an Italian beach. I have a feeling she likes me too.”
“Well, don’t go thinking with your dick. Dating students is a bad idea,” Aaron replied.
“I know, but the heart wants what it wants. I just don’t know if she is my type,” said Steve.
“You mean the slutty submissive type?”
“You know me too well. Let's start with the bench press.”
Later that night as Steve fixed himself some dinner in his condo, he was still thinking about Christine. When he'd finished eating and was relaxing for the night, he broke out the expensive lube he bought for anal sex and masturbated while he thought about Christine serving him. Crawling for him. How he wanted to claim every hole as his own. He came harder than he had come in a long time. Afterward, he showered off and slept like a baby.
Christine took extra time with her make-up the next morning as if she were heading out on a date. She picked out her favorite short dress that showed a little cleavage. She put on her favorite perfume along with a little of her pussy juice. Her pussy had been damp all morning.
Once again Steve was impeccably dressed in a jacket and matching pants and a blue silk tie. As he entered the room he walked up to Christine and put his hand on her shoulder.
“Christine, you need to see me after class?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied with her heart almost leaping out of her chest.
She barely heard a word of his lecture. She was so excited wondering why he wanted to see her. The class emptied as she walked up to his desk.
“Hi, Christine. I was talking to Dr. Doyle and he has too many students he is advising, so I took over several. You're included in that group. When would be a good time for you to come by my office tomorrow? I want to go over your schedule with you and just get to know you a little better.”
“My last class is at two,” she said, her knees feeling like they would buckle.
Dr. Doyle was a golfing buddy of Steve's, and he had agreed to release Christine to him if Steve forgave a $50 bet from Sunday. Dr. Doyle was also a Master who lived with two women, one an ex student, so Steve knew he could trust him.
Christine couldn’t believe it. She would be in his office tomorrow. Taking guidance. Not the kind of guidance she really wanted from him. Would she suck his cock if he pulled it out? Hell yeah. She would never make the first move, but she’d give him anything he wanted if he asked. Anything. She got home and had a quiet session of masturbation...quiet only because her father was home.
“Hey, Aaron, ready to do some deep squats today?”
“Sure, man, last time I was sore for days. How was your day?”
“Well, I kind of did a bad thing. You remember the girl I was talking about yesterday?”
“Oh my God. What did you do?”
“Nothing that bad. I got Dr. Doyle to let me be Christine’s academic advisor.”
“Jesus, Steve. I can see this heading for trouble.”
“No, I’ll be cool. I just want to get to know her better. But yeah, I can tell she likes me already. You know how women are. If they want you they have ways of letting you know. And I like the way she says “Yes, Sir” to me. It’s like she enjoys it a little too much.
“So you are going to totally end up fucking this girl? What if she bribes you for an A?”
“Oh, she’ll get an A, don’t worry about that. An A in cocksucking.”
“You're incorrigible, Steve.”
“Well, she is the most beautiful girl I have seen in my thirty years. Hot little body too. Tan legs leading up to a nice spankable ass. Nice tits, and I could see she has large nipples too.”
“You are a walking hormone, Steve. Just be careful, buddy. Keep it out of the public eye.”
“I know we can’t date yet. But we can sure as hell fuck all day.”
The next morning Christine felt more nervous than excited as she sat in class. Here she was, soon to be alone with him in his office, and she had over two years of school to do. She would have to talk to him at least once a semester. How had this happened? But she was glad, really. She didn’t like Dr. Doyle. He was mean-looking and gruff.
Today he was wearing a red sweater over a dark turtleneck and pants that seemed to hug his ass just right. Christine had heard other girls saying how cute they thought Dr. Morris was. She wasn’t the only one. Christine spent the class daydreaming and not paying much attention to what he said. History didn’t interest her that much. He sure did. She had one more class before the meeting.
She was very nervous. She knocked on the closed door.
“Come in. Close it behind you, dear. I have your grades here. You are a very good student.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“What I want to do today is get an idea of what you’ll be taking next semester. It won’t be etched in stone if you change your mind. You haven’t had a science yet?”
“No, Sir.”
“Which one interests you the most?”
“Biology.”
“So that works for you, Christine?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, turning three shade of red.
She never forgot another Sir that day. Her pussy was soaked too. She knew about BDSM and now figured he did as well. She would suck his cock right there in the office if he asked. And by the look in his eye he knew it too.
Christine was elated, but her joy faded as the week went on without any attention from Dr. Morris. She didn’t know if he was just fucking with her head or what. He always gave a quiz on Friday that counted for one-third of the grade mainly to make the kids not cut Friday’s class. By then Christine was so pissed she didn’t bother studying. She got drunk with some friends that night and vowed to herself to get over him, but deep down she still wanted him and was just hurt. She didn’t masturbate the entire weekend because she knew she couldn’t block him from her mind.
She still put on a short dress on Monday with no panties, hoping he’d notice. She even thought about giving him a peek at her shaved pussy. But she thought better of it. The first thing he did was return the quizzes. Christine got a 72 along with a note: “See me after class in my office.” She felt her heart pounding in her chest.
“Come in, Christine. Close the door behind you. We need to talk about that quiz. You are an A student and my class is not that hard. How do you explain such a low grade?”
“I don’t know, Sir. Bad week I guess.”
He stood up.
“Bend over my desk. All the way. Grab the other side with your hands and don’t remove them until I say.”
“But why, Sir?”
“Just do it, you dumb cunt. Whatever I say, you will do without hesitation.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He lifted up her skirt.
“What kind of slut wears a dress with no panties?”
“A naughty one, Sir.”
She heard the loud crack as his hand found her ass, and the force of the blow pushed her forward. Blow after blow came...too many to count.
“Don’t think for a minute this is punishment. I know this is what you have always wanted. If you don’t make an A on Friday you won’t get a spanking until you do.”
“I will, Sir. I promise I will.”
“Now get on your knees and suck my cock.”
His cock was beautiful. Just like the WriterDom guy whose blog she had read forever. She tried really hard to please him. To give the best blow job of her life. But suddenly she stopped.
“May I cum, Sir?”
“Yes, but don’t stop sucking that cock. That’s the first time you have cum from just sucking a cock. Nod if it is. I thought so. Don’t take your mouth off my cock without permission. Even after I cum. And do not call me Sir anymore. I am your Master. But you only call me Master when we are alone. Oh yes, I’m going to cum. Please stop sucking as I'm cumming. Too sensitive. Oh God yes, my slut.”
She'd never had a man cum that hard and that much in her mouth in her life.
“Keep that cock in your mouth and touch your clit. Raise your hand if you need to cum.”
A mere twenty seconds went by before her hand came up.
“You are a cum slut. Ok, come for me.”
Her entire body shook as she came.
“Now get back across the desk. Are you on the pill?”
“Yes, Master,” she said, the word "Master" coming out of her mouth so naturally.
“So I can cum inside you?”
“Please, Master, I want your cum.”
His thickness pinched a little going in. Then he fucked her hard. His body slamming into her ass. He reached up and pulled hard on her auburn hair.
“Please, Master, may I cum?”
“No, wait for me. Won’t be much longer. You are so tight and wet. Just a few more strokes. Ok, cum for me.”
She gushed all over his balls and thighs and tried really hard not to scream. He grunted as his load filled her cunt, soon running down her silky thighs.
“Ok, Christine, here's the deal. You will meet me at my home on Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday between 3 and 5 o'clock. Wednesday is a staff meeting. Tell your parents it’s for school so they’ll know you will be late on those days. You can’t tell anyone about us. Not even your closest friend. And you have to act like you don’t know me in class.”
“I understand, Master. How long will you train me?”
“As long as you want me to be your Master.”
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Industrial Bondage.... I think I may have a crush. The teacher/student thing has got to be my biggest fantasy! There are plenty of attractive, smart and witty tutors at my university too... pity the majority are married.. sigh.
That's why we have our fantasies!
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WD, loved that story . Thanks for sharing.
. Thanks for sharing.
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WD, loved that story
Thank you. Part 2 needs an edit and three is almost done.
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I actually plan on teaching in my forties so I can have young beautiful women flirt with me. I hope at most for a gal in the front row who leans over slot with a low cut top. Don't think I would take it up orbit was offered bit soany fresh faces and formsmto think about would make me on tell to my job all the time. What better motivation could there be?
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I had a Russian Lit professor my senior year, total sex on a stick. There were already a couple of minor scandals on campus(about other profs) so I knew he'd probably refuse any offer from a student. I actually had a plan in mind, after the finals, to get him alone. I'd point out I was no longer a student, and explained to him if he wanted to date, that would be great, best news yet, but I was okay with just being a one night stand for him, too. Basically, I was going to offer to do anything with him he liked, on whatever terms he liked.
The week before finals he fell down some stairs,went to the hospital, and eventually sued the school since they knew the wood was rotted. He retired early to France and I never saw him again.
The best laid plans....
The week before finals he fell down some stairs,went to the hospital, and eventually sued the school since they knew the wood was rotted. He retired early to France and I never saw him again.
The best laid plans....
Seriously? Wow!
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Would any of you ladies like to roleplay this?
I'm a college prof and this is one of my biggest fantasies. In fact, many of my stories on lit are about this theme, and my most recent lover is a grad student at another university. We've fucked in my office, in the library . . . If any of you ladies care to chat about this, look for me on yahoo.
I'm a college prof and this is one of my biggest fantasies. In fact, many of my stories on lit are about this theme, and my most recent lover is a grad student at another university. We've fucked in my office, in the library . . . If any of you ladies care to chat about this, look for me on yahoo.
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“Sorry I’m late, Aaron. Christine made a low grade on her quiz and she needed a spanking.”
“Whoa, dude, you really spanked her?”
“Yes, and she sucked me off and I fucked her. In my office. It was a little risky, I know. Won’t happen again at school. I’m seeing her tomorrow.”
“Well, Steve, I can’t say I’m surprised. Was she good?”
“Oh my God! The best I have ever had. And she is so submissive she fell right into it. She told me later that some guy with the screen name WriterDom had been working with her online and on the phone. He has a blog she just loves. I’ll check it out later.”
“Just keep it out of the public, Steve.”
“I will. And my neighbors aren’t very nosey. It will be fine.”
“Unless you piss her off and she rats you out.”
“That won’t happen. This is an odd thing to say, but I think she’s in love with me.”
“Jesus, man, do you love her?”
“Well, I can certainly see it heading that way.”
Christine could still feel his cock in her pussy as she drove home. She couldn’t believe it. It was like she made a wish and it came true. And she would get to see him tomorrow. In his bed. Serving him. Learning his ways. She felt the urge to masturbate right there in the car but decided she better pay attention to the road. But damn, her clit was throbbing. She pulled into the Walmart parking lot and drove to the side of the building and worked herself into two orgasms. Good ones, too.
Steve got home and pulled out the toy box from under the bed. It was actually an archery case. He had accumulated at lot of toys over the years. And he was wondering what he should use on Christine. He should probably talk to her first. He had no idea of her level of experience. But he knew she loved the spanking. And she did the little finger thing just like in the movie "Secretary." One of her favorite movies.
Christine got home in time to fuck herself good with the toy before anyone came home. She was very loud, and it was hard to control in his office. She wondered how loud she could be at his house. She didn’t know very much about him and hoped there would be more talking. Sex is great, but she wanted to know him as a man too. She wrote a little in her diary about it. And signed it "Christine Morris."
The next day she woke up nervous and stayed that way all day. What did he mean by training? How comfortable would she be at his house? What if he has a wife there who wants to join in? And she was very nervous about getting her ass fucked. One guy had tried, but it hurt so much she made him stop. Something told her there would be no stopping him. He hadn’t mentioned a safe word. They barely had talked at all. Yet, she called him Master. And knew she could refuse him nothing.
Steve was a little nervous too. He bummed a cigarette off a coworker even though he quit eleven years ago. He puffed it without inhaling. He knew they needed to talk more, and he had a plan for that. He would give her a bath in the huge tub. That would give them a chance to talk first, and moreover he knew that women liked being clean for sexual activity. Well, most anyway. And he did want to lick her asshole. Ass licking was almost at a fetish level with him. Not all asses, though, just young pretty ones. Christine’s was beyond pretty...it was flat-out perfect.
Steve didn’t feel like talking, so he gave the class a writing assignment. Later, Christine looked up and found him staring at her. She spread her legs, revealing pink panties, and touched her pussy a little for him. Yes, this was one naughty girl. Steve felt the bulge in his pants growing and had to look away. Christine stopped and went back to writing.
Christine was still nervous when she walked to his house, which was just off campus. After all, she had only spent a little time with him and almost all of it had been sexual. Timidly she knocked on the door.
“Come in,” Steve said,opening the door.
“Thank you, Master.”
“Here, you get one glass of wine, but that’s it. I’m not getting you in trouble for drinking. We will start off the afternoon sessions with a bath. Give us a chance to talk and relax. The tub is full. Down there on the left. If you would go get undressed and wait for me in the tub it would be wonderful. I'll be there in just a minute.”
The water was green from a body wash and had rose petals floating on top. All around the room were candles. Must have been twenty of them. Il Divo was playing on the CD player. One of her favorite groups. How could he know that? She got undressed and sank into the warm water. In just a minute he joined her.
“Master, the music, I love that group. How did you know?”
“I didn’t. My ex-wife was born in Italy, and it was one of her favorite groups. I got hooked on them too.”
“I am Italian, Master.”
“Oh I knew that the first time I laid eyes on you.”
“You did?” she said, blushing.
“Yes. Come sit between my legs and let me wash your back. So tell me, was yesterday your first spanking?”
“Yes, Master, but I have wanted one forever. I want a flogging too.”
“We can arrange that one day. Are you an anal virgin?”
“I don’t know how to answer that. I’ve had a cock there but not long. I made him stop.”
“We can work up to that. I’m in no hurry to fuck your sweet ass. But when I do, there will be no stopping me. All my sluts must be three-holed ones.”
“I would never tell you to stop, Master, no matter how much it hurt. It is good to talk to you Master. It makes me less nervous when I feel I know you. You know every girl in your class has a crush on you.”
“I kind of doubt that. Besides, I have the one I wanted right here in my tub.”
She blushed, then sighed as his wet, soapy hands found her full breasts and squeezed them. Then he began pinching her large, hard nipples.
“That feels good Master.”
“Now get on your hands and knees. I need to wash your pussy and ass. Or should I say my pussy.”
“It is your pussy, Master.”
The sea sponge felt so good on her engorged, shaved pussy. Her clit was throbbing. She felt his soapy finger enter her ass three times. It felt wonderful, with no pain at all.
“Christine, has anyone ever licked your ass before?”
“No, Master, but I would love it if you did.”
“Oh, I will on every visit, I’m sure. My ex-sub didn’t like it. She let me do it, but it’s no fun if you know the person doesn’t like it. She was a clean freak, I guess.”
“Was she a student too, Master?”
“No, you are my first student. I’m risking my job by being with you. But I knew I had to have you the first day you walked into my classroom.”
“I wanted you too, Master. I just didn’t believe in my wildest dreams it would happen.”
“Do you like sports, Christine?”
“Yes, football and NASCAR.”
“Really? Tony Stewart was my best friend growing up. We raced go-carts for a while. He smoked my ass and I gave it up.”
“You are kidding, right?”
“No, I’ll show you some pictures. We get together about once a year. We can try calling him if you’d like to speak with him.
“Oh God, I love him. I wouldn’t know what to say.”
“I can get you pit passes to any race you like. One for your dad too.”
“Wow, that would be cool.”
“Well, let's get out of here before we turn into prunes. Since I feel kind I’ll let you suck my cock first. I have to show you how I want it done in the bed. I expect you to remember the things I teach you.”
“As you wish, Master.”
They dried each other off and they headed for the bedroom, holding hands. He had a queen-sized iron bed with lots of places to tie to. Even the side rails were ropey iron that could be tied at any point.
“I love iron beds, Master.”
“I do too. Hop on up. I want your ass to the left side my head. So I can spank and play with you while you suck. Over this way a little more. That’s perfect. Always suck it like this in bed. And ask for permission to suck my cock.”
“May I suck your cock, Master?”
“Let me tell you one other thing first, and it’s important. I’ll tell you when I’m going to cum. When you feel the first squirt, keep your mouth very still while I’m cumming. I can’t take the simulation then. That became a huge turn-on for my last sub actually.”
“I will remember, Master. And I’m the same way by the way.”
“Ok, start sucking that cock. Oh yeah, that’s good. You are such a good little cock-sucking slut. I left a few marks on your ass, I see. I’ll have to leave more today. Maybe use a toy there.”
She gasped as two of his thick fingers filled her cunt, which was still a little sore from the fucking she'd gotten yesterday. His thumb rubbed her throbbing clit. She spit his cock out.
“Master, you are going to make me cum if you don’t stop.”
“Get back on that cock, you fucking whore. If you need to cum simply raise your fucking hand. Maybe if I spank you you’ll remember. Don’t stop sucking, ever, until I cum.”
He spanked her hard. Harder than she thought he could lying down. It only turned her on more. She started sucking his cock really hard, wanting his sweet cum again. No other man had a better-tasting cock or cum. She loved it.
“Oh yeah, baby, just like that. You are so good. I’m going to cum.”
She stayed still after the first squirt hit the roof of her mouth. He came a lot despite cumming twice yesterday. She remembered from yesterday not to come off his cock until he said to.
“Ok, you may take it out now,” he said after a minute.
“Thank you, Master, for allowing me to suck your glorious cock.”
“My pleasure. Time to tie you down for your first ass licking.”
He put the soft leather restraints on her wrists and ankles. Then connected them to the iron rails in a big X.
“Let’s begin with a spanking. I know how hot that gets you.”
He laid his head on the small of her back, looking down her ass, and began spanking her firmly. She purred, loving the feeling of his strong hand tempered by years of weightlifting spanking her ass. Suddenly he stopped and got off the bed.
“Let’s see just how much of a pain slut you are. See how you take the tawse. It’s two thick leather straps split down the middle and connected to a wooden handle.”
She gave a little yelp, not expecting how much it did hurt. But she loved it.
“Harder, Master. Hurt me.”
He let her have it twenty hard times that would later leave her ass black and blue.
“Let’s see how you like the cane.”
She heard it swoosh through the air and smack her ass.
“Oh God...yellow, sir.”
Once again it came down hard.
“Red, Master! Please, no more,” she said, sobbing now.
“I’m sorry, baby. No more of that stuff today.”
“Just hold me, Master.”
He held her and stroked her curly brown hair.
“What happened to your neck?”
“Burned it with the curling iron. I’m surprised it took you this long to ask.”
“Are you ok now?”
“Yes, my ass is burning.”
“Let me get some ice for it.”
He rubbed a cube over her lovely, round ass, and it did indeed make it feel better.
“I promise I won’t hit your ass again today. And probably not tomorrow either. Ready for your ass licking?”
“Please, Master.”
He pulled her hair off her shoulders and began kissing and licking her. Then he slowly made his way down her spine. Stopping just above the crack to give her lower back more attention.
“You like it here?”
“Yes, Master.”
“I thought you might.”
Then slowly he made his way down her crack. Going down a little farther and then starting over. She had never felt a tongue there, and it felt so good. She moaned when he finally reached her puckered pretty anus.
“Do you masturbate with your right hand?”
“Yes, Master.”
“I will release it and let you masturbate while I tongue-fuck your asshole.”
He made his tongue hard and pointy and fucked her little hole while she rubbed her swollen clit. Soon she was begging to cum.
“Yes, you can cum,” he told her.
She gushed all over the sheets and screamed so loud he worried the neighbors might have heard. Nothing had ever made her cum so hard. He kept licking her asshole, and it seemed as if she would never stop cumming.
“Do you know what I’ve been thinking about all day?”
“No, Master, what?”
“You riding my cock on the couch. I have read that some Masters don’t ever let the slave get on top, but I think that’s silly. You are, after all, serving my cock. My ex couldn’t last a minute on top without cumming, and I’m pretty sure you will be the same way. She only gushed once, unfortunately. I seem to attract women who gush for some reason.”
“I’m sure you attract a lot of women, Master. If you find one to join us, I wouldn’t object. As long as I could top her.”
“Oh really? You learn something new every day.... I’ll keep that in mind. In the meantime I’m going to spread a couple of towels on the couch so you can service me with that tight nineteen-year-old pussy.”
She straddled his fat pole and began riding it. It seemed to hit the right spot every time she went down. In less than a minute she was begging to cum.
“Yes, gush on that cock, you naughty little slut.”
He felt her gush all over his balls. Unlike pee, which comes out in a trickle, her cum would gush like a waterfall. He felt her nails draw blood on his back as she screamed in ecstasy. She took forever to finish cumming, and yet he could tell she was on the verge of cumming again.
“Fuck that cock, you fucking whore. Fuck me till I cum.”
She clamped down on his cock tightly, trying to make him cum. She bit her lip, trying to hold off her own orgasm. She felt his hands squeezing her tight ass. When she felt a finger probe her asshole it was too much.
“Please, Master, may I cum?”
“No, I’m almost there. Wait for me.”
“Please, Master, I can’t ...”
“Ok, slut, cum with me.”
This time they both screamed. It was one of the most intense orgasms ever for the both of them. She held him tightly and shook with excitement.
“Whoa, dude, you really spanked her?”
“Yes, and she sucked me off and I fucked her. In my office. It was a little risky, I know. Won’t happen again at school. I’m seeing her tomorrow.”
“Well, Steve, I can’t say I’m surprised. Was she good?”
“Oh my God! The best I have ever had. And she is so submissive she fell right into it. She told me later that some guy with the screen name WriterDom had been working with her online and on the phone. He has a blog she just loves. I’ll check it out later.”
“Just keep it out of the public, Steve.”
“I will. And my neighbors aren’t very nosey. It will be fine.”
“Unless you piss her off and she rats you out.”
“That won’t happen. This is an odd thing to say, but I think she’s in love with me.”
“Jesus, man, do you love her?”
“Well, I can certainly see it heading that way.”
Christine could still feel his cock in her pussy as she drove home. She couldn’t believe it. It was like she made a wish and it came true. And she would get to see him tomorrow. In his bed. Serving him. Learning his ways. She felt the urge to masturbate right there in the car but decided she better pay attention to the road. But damn, her clit was throbbing. She pulled into the Walmart parking lot and drove to the side of the building and worked herself into two orgasms. Good ones, too.
Steve got home and pulled out the toy box from under the bed. It was actually an archery case. He had accumulated at lot of toys over the years. And he was wondering what he should use on Christine. He should probably talk to her first. He had no idea of her level of experience. But he knew she loved the spanking. And she did the little finger thing just like in the movie "Secretary." One of her favorite movies.
Christine got home in time to fuck herself good with the toy before anyone came home. She was very loud, and it was hard to control in his office. She wondered how loud she could be at his house. She didn’t know very much about him and hoped there would be more talking. Sex is great, but she wanted to know him as a man too. She wrote a little in her diary about it. And signed it "Christine Morris."
The next day she woke up nervous and stayed that way all day. What did he mean by training? How comfortable would she be at his house? What if he has a wife there who wants to join in? And she was very nervous about getting her ass fucked. One guy had tried, but it hurt so much she made him stop. Something told her there would be no stopping him. He hadn’t mentioned a safe word. They barely had talked at all. Yet, she called him Master. And knew she could refuse him nothing.
Steve was a little nervous too. He bummed a cigarette off a coworker even though he quit eleven years ago. He puffed it without inhaling. He knew they needed to talk more, and he had a plan for that. He would give her a bath in the huge tub. That would give them a chance to talk first, and moreover he knew that women liked being clean for sexual activity. Well, most anyway. And he did want to lick her asshole. Ass licking was almost at a fetish level with him. Not all asses, though, just young pretty ones. Christine’s was beyond pretty...it was flat-out perfect.
Steve didn’t feel like talking, so he gave the class a writing assignment. Later, Christine looked up and found him staring at her. She spread her legs, revealing pink panties, and touched her pussy a little for him. Yes, this was one naughty girl. Steve felt the bulge in his pants growing and had to look away. Christine stopped and went back to writing.
Christine was still nervous when she walked to his house, which was just off campus. After all, she had only spent a little time with him and almost all of it had been sexual. Timidly she knocked on the door.
“Come in,” Steve said,opening the door.
“Thank you, Master.”
“Here, you get one glass of wine, but that’s it. I’m not getting you in trouble for drinking. We will start off the afternoon sessions with a bath. Give us a chance to talk and relax. The tub is full. Down there on the left. If you would go get undressed and wait for me in the tub it would be wonderful. I'll be there in just a minute.”
The water was green from a body wash and had rose petals floating on top. All around the room were candles. Must have been twenty of them. Il Divo was playing on the CD player. One of her favorite groups. How could he know that? She got undressed and sank into the warm water. In just a minute he joined her.
“Master, the music, I love that group. How did you know?”
“I didn’t. My ex-wife was born in Italy, and it was one of her favorite groups. I got hooked on them too.”
“I am Italian, Master.”
“Oh I knew that the first time I laid eyes on you.”
“You did?” she said, blushing.
“Yes. Come sit between my legs and let me wash your back. So tell me, was yesterday your first spanking?”
“Yes, Master, but I have wanted one forever. I want a flogging too.”
“We can arrange that one day. Are you an anal virgin?”
“I don’t know how to answer that. I’ve had a cock there but not long. I made him stop.”
“We can work up to that. I’m in no hurry to fuck your sweet ass. But when I do, there will be no stopping me. All my sluts must be three-holed ones.”
“I would never tell you to stop, Master, no matter how much it hurt. It is good to talk to you Master. It makes me less nervous when I feel I know you. You know every girl in your class has a crush on you.”
“I kind of doubt that. Besides, I have the one I wanted right here in my tub.”
She blushed, then sighed as his wet, soapy hands found her full breasts and squeezed them. Then he began pinching her large, hard nipples.
“That feels good Master.”
“Now get on your hands and knees. I need to wash your pussy and ass. Or should I say my pussy.”
“It is your pussy, Master.”
The sea sponge felt so good on her engorged, shaved pussy. Her clit was throbbing. She felt his soapy finger enter her ass three times. It felt wonderful, with no pain at all.
“Christine, has anyone ever licked your ass before?”
“No, Master, but I would love it if you did.”
“Oh, I will on every visit, I’m sure. My ex-sub didn’t like it. She let me do it, but it’s no fun if you know the person doesn’t like it. She was a clean freak, I guess.”
“Was she a student too, Master?”
“No, you are my first student. I’m risking my job by being with you. But I knew I had to have you the first day you walked into my classroom.”
“I wanted you too, Master. I just didn’t believe in my wildest dreams it would happen.”
“Do you like sports, Christine?”
“Yes, football and NASCAR.”
“Really? Tony Stewart was my best friend growing up. We raced go-carts for a while. He smoked my ass and I gave it up.”
“You are kidding, right?”
“No, I’ll show you some pictures. We get together about once a year. We can try calling him if you’d like to speak with him.
“Oh God, I love him. I wouldn’t know what to say.”
“I can get you pit passes to any race you like. One for your dad too.”
“Wow, that would be cool.”
“Well, let's get out of here before we turn into prunes. Since I feel kind I’ll let you suck my cock first. I have to show you how I want it done in the bed. I expect you to remember the things I teach you.”
“As you wish, Master.”
They dried each other off and they headed for the bedroom, holding hands. He had a queen-sized iron bed with lots of places to tie to. Even the side rails were ropey iron that could be tied at any point.
“I love iron beds, Master.”
“I do too. Hop on up. I want your ass to the left side my head. So I can spank and play with you while you suck. Over this way a little more. That’s perfect. Always suck it like this in bed. And ask for permission to suck my cock.”
“May I suck your cock, Master?”
“Let me tell you one other thing first, and it’s important. I’ll tell you when I’m going to cum. When you feel the first squirt, keep your mouth very still while I’m cumming. I can’t take the simulation then. That became a huge turn-on for my last sub actually.”
“I will remember, Master. And I’m the same way by the way.”
“Ok, start sucking that cock. Oh yeah, that’s good. You are such a good little cock-sucking slut. I left a few marks on your ass, I see. I’ll have to leave more today. Maybe use a toy there.”
She gasped as two of his thick fingers filled her cunt, which was still a little sore from the fucking she'd gotten yesterday. His thumb rubbed her throbbing clit. She spit his cock out.
“Master, you are going to make me cum if you don’t stop.”
“Get back on that cock, you fucking whore. If you need to cum simply raise your fucking hand. Maybe if I spank you you’ll remember. Don’t stop sucking, ever, until I cum.”
He spanked her hard. Harder than she thought he could lying down. It only turned her on more. She started sucking his cock really hard, wanting his sweet cum again. No other man had a better-tasting cock or cum. She loved it.
“Oh yeah, baby, just like that. You are so good. I’m going to cum.”
She stayed still after the first squirt hit the roof of her mouth. He came a lot despite cumming twice yesterday. She remembered from yesterday not to come off his cock until he said to.
“Ok, you may take it out now,” he said after a minute.
“Thank you, Master, for allowing me to suck your glorious cock.”
“My pleasure. Time to tie you down for your first ass licking.”
He put the soft leather restraints on her wrists and ankles. Then connected them to the iron rails in a big X.
“Let’s begin with a spanking. I know how hot that gets you.”
He laid his head on the small of her back, looking down her ass, and began spanking her firmly. She purred, loving the feeling of his strong hand tempered by years of weightlifting spanking her ass. Suddenly he stopped and got off the bed.
“Let’s see just how much of a pain slut you are. See how you take the tawse. It’s two thick leather straps split down the middle and connected to a wooden handle.”
She gave a little yelp, not expecting how much it did hurt. But she loved it.
“Harder, Master. Hurt me.”
He let her have it twenty hard times that would later leave her ass black and blue.
“Let’s see how you like the cane.”
She heard it swoosh through the air and smack her ass.
“Oh God...yellow, sir.”
Once again it came down hard.
“Red, Master! Please, no more,” she said, sobbing now.
“I’m sorry, baby. No more of that stuff today.”
“Just hold me, Master.”
He held her and stroked her curly brown hair.
“What happened to your neck?”
“Burned it with the curling iron. I’m surprised it took you this long to ask.”
“Are you ok now?”
“Yes, my ass is burning.”
“Let me get some ice for it.”
He rubbed a cube over her lovely, round ass, and it did indeed make it feel better.
“I promise I won’t hit your ass again today. And probably not tomorrow either. Ready for your ass licking?”
“Please, Master.”
He pulled her hair off her shoulders and began kissing and licking her. Then he slowly made his way down her spine. Stopping just above the crack to give her lower back more attention.
“You like it here?”
“Yes, Master.”
“I thought you might.”
Then slowly he made his way down her crack. Going down a little farther and then starting over. She had never felt a tongue there, and it felt so good. She moaned when he finally reached her puckered pretty anus.
“Do you masturbate with your right hand?”
“Yes, Master.”
“I will release it and let you masturbate while I tongue-fuck your asshole.”
He made his tongue hard and pointy and fucked her little hole while she rubbed her swollen clit. Soon she was begging to cum.
“Yes, you can cum,” he told her.
She gushed all over the sheets and screamed so loud he worried the neighbors might have heard. Nothing had ever made her cum so hard. He kept licking her asshole, and it seemed as if she would never stop cumming.
“Do you know what I’ve been thinking about all day?”
“No, Master, what?”
“You riding my cock on the couch. I have read that some Masters don’t ever let the slave get on top, but I think that’s silly. You are, after all, serving my cock. My ex couldn’t last a minute on top without cumming, and I’m pretty sure you will be the same way. She only gushed once, unfortunately. I seem to attract women who gush for some reason.”
“I’m sure you attract a lot of women, Master. If you find one to join us, I wouldn’t object. As long as I could top her.”
“Oh really? You learn something new every day.... I’ll keep that in mind. In the meantime I’m going to spread a couple of towels on the couch so you can service me with that tight nineteen-year-old pussy.”
She straddled his fat pole and began riding it. It seemed to hit the right spot every time she went down. In less than a minute she was begging to cum.
“Yes, gush on that cock, you naughty little slut.”
He felt her gush all over his balls. Unlike pee, which comes out in a trickle, her cum would gush like a waterfall. He felt her nails draw blood on his back as she screamed in ecstasy. She took forever to finish cumming, and yet he could tell she was on the verge of cumming again.
“Fuck that cock, you fucking whore. Fuck me till I cum.”
She clamped down on his cock tightly, trying to make him cum. She bit her lip, trying to hold off her own orgasm. She felt his hands squeezing her tight ass. When she felt a finger probe her asshole it was too much.
“Please, Master, may I cum?”
“No, I’m almost there. Wait for me.”
“Please, Master, I can’t ...”
“Ok, slut, cum with me.”
This time they both screamed. It was one of the most intense orgasms ever for the both of them. She held him tightly and shook with excitement.
Lost_Yonder
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As a professor, I must say I'm quite enticed by this thread. Though I've never been involved with any student, while she was a student, I did connect with one after she graduated. It's a tricky and complicated relationship, but I don't think it is all negative which tends to define it these days and thus most universities have strict rules against it - though I have many colleagues married to former students.
One aspect of the attraction between student and professor is how it changes the classroom dynamic. Personally, when I find there is a student or two I find attractive in a class and who respond flirtatiously, that the class is so much more fun to teach, making it a much better class for everyone. I also find that one can push and challenge students who try to be flirtatious with you and their own work in the course improves as they try to impress you.
When it comes to actually hooking up with a student, given the general rules against it, I would think that if a student takes a more active role there is more likely something will come of it. While I've had lots of flirtatious relationships, only 2 came to the point where a decision had to be made - in one case, she made it and in another I made it. Both times for the better.
In the first, I had a teaching assistant who was amazing, did so much for the class. A few times I had her over to my condo to work on putting up materials on the internet for the class, she was very comfortable and easy going, and nothing what so ever inappropriate happened. Then one night I offered her some wine while we were working and started to make some moves on her which she rejected. Our interactions were more "professional" for about a week, but then it all became comfortable again, without any further attempts.
In another case, the girl was very direct - it was a large class of 150 students, so I didn't know the students personally. She scheduled a meeting to discuss her low grade and what she could do to improve it, saying she was willing to "do anything", making it very clear what she was offering. I told her she would have to work with the TA.
Unfortunately, I never had any students do anything so explicit as suck on a pencil or expose their panties, though there is still hope.
One aspect of the attraction between student and professor is how it changes the classroom dynamic. Personally, when I find there is a student or two I find attractive in a class and who respond flirtatiously, that the class is so much more fun to teach, making it a much better class for everyone. I also find that one can push and challenge students who try to be flirtatious with you and their own work in the course improves as they try to impress you.
When it comes to actually hooking up with a student, given the general rules against it, I would think that if a student takes a more active role there is more likely something will come of it. While I've had lots of flirtatious relationships, only 2 came to the point where a decision had to be made - in one case, she made it and in another I made it. Both times for the better.
In the first, I had a teaching assistant who was amazing, did so much for the class. A few times I had her over to my condo to work on putting up materials on the internet for the class, she was very comfortable and easy going, and nothing what so ever inappropriate happened. Then one night I offered her some wine while we were working and started to make some moves on her which she rejected. Our interactions were more "professional" for about a week, but then it all became comfortable again, without any further attempts.
In another case, the girl was very direct - it was a large class of 150 students, so I didn't know the students personally. She scheduled a meeting to discuss her low grade and what she could do to improve it, saying she was willing to "do anything", making it very clear what she was offering. I told her she would have to work with the TA.
Unfortunately, I never had any students do anything so explicit as suck on a pencil or expose their panties, though there is still hope.
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I should add, though not the best story out there, I did just finish one "Pushing Boundaries" of a student who seduces one of her professors...
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I had a 3 month affair with my art teacher at school, I was 18 and he was 35, we did a school play and we got very close, i fell in love with him and making love was so much better than the boys I had been with before, we had an unspoken sexual chemistry for a year before it happend, then as I said the play brought us closer and he kissed me behind the school car park...wow its was electric.
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LusciousLoralie
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OMFG! This is sooo weird! I was honestly just about to post a new thread, How to: "tell my 10th grade biology teacher that I want to suck his cock?"
